THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTERS 116. VERREL WAS FOUND
“Halo. Why did you call me?”
“Wah...why does your voice sound so loud Yahya?”
“I have nothing to do with you,” he said in annoyance. After all this time why did the man call me?
“Come...be nice to me. Because I have good news for you and I am sure you will thank me, Yahya Magani Ceyhan.” he said with a chuckle.
That man is none other than Viktor Benazar H. Seventy-year-old man, a businessman living in the Netherlands. He and Yahya used to be good friends but because of something the relationship between the two was tenuous and they were hostile to each other. Since four months ago, Viktor returned to Indonesia for something important, looking for his long-sought daughter.
“If there is nothing important, I hang up now.” Yahya said in a flat tone.
“Begini,” Viktor trying to regulate his breath and voice. Even though he and Yahya are hostile to each other but he still has compassion.
“I heard about the plane crash that befell your favorite grandson.”
“Don't tell me you were involved in the accident.”
“Why are you directly accusing me of Yahya? I'm not done talking.”
“My men found your grandson in the woods. He's here with me.”
“What? What did you say? Verrel....how is my grandson's condition?”
“He's alive. But his condition..”.
“Do not convolve Viktor or I finish you!”
“You are ungrateful. Luckily we found your grandson, otherwise I don't know what his fate was like.” Viktor said starting to get upset.
“Tell me where my grandson is now? Which hospital?”
“He's not in the hospital. He has my old Divilla. My personal doctor took care of him. You came if you still want to see it.”
“All right I'm coming now.”
“Do you not know thank you Yahya?” viktor again. After a long time, his hate was gone. He longed for their togetherness long ago, since childhood they have been friends. Now they are both old why should they still hold grudges, he thought.
“I'll thank you if I've seen my granddaughter. If anything happens to him then I'll finish.”
“ck..ck...ck..you still haven't changed Yahya. Come now. Do you remember my villa address?’
“Yes, yes I still remember.”
“ha...ha...ha....turns out you didn't forget buddy!”.
“Hmmmm...” replied Yahya and disconnected the phone.
His eyes sparkled knowing his favorite grandson was found. However, it is precisely the person who has not met for a long time even found his grandson. Yahya calls his guards to come with him to Viktor's villa. Remember if he should call Frans. He grabbed a cell phone from his pocket and called Frans.
“Halo, Mr.”
“A—what Sir? Is Mr Verrel safe? How's it going?” asked Frans who was surprised and happy to hear the news. He knew his boss was safe and he always believed it to be exactly what the great master had said before he left.
“He survived. I'm leaving now. He's somewhere.”
“Alright, Sir. Do you want me to accompany you?” ask Frans.
“Not necessary. I took my bodyguard there. You go to the hospital, meet Deandra and tell her. I don't want to see him cry anymore. After the phone connection broke, Yahya also left with his guards.
Frans couldn't wait to get the good news to the lady. He was unceasingly grateful to God because Mr. Verrel survived. However, he did not want to be off guard, he would not tell anyone about it until he knew how his superior was. He contacts William and Arion to inform them that Verrel is safe. They're happy to hear that. Frans took the keys and drove to the hospital. Rosa was also there to see Deandra. Twenty minutes later, Frans arrived at the hospital, so excited that he got out of the car quickly and stepped into the hospital half-run. Entering the treatment room, glanced at Rosa who was standing at the edge of the bed.
“I'm sorry, madam. I shouldn't be careless about providing security around you. Yesterday someone trapped my men and they were found dead.” The three women widened their eyes to hear Frans.
“I'm ready to accept punishment after this, but let me say something to madam.”
Deandra did not answer. The crying has not subsided. Traces of Rico's violence still make him reluctant to open his mouth to speak. “If you may know, what is it Mr Frans?” ask Yuna later. Frans looks down.
Slowly the man straightened up, then looked at deandra and then turned to Yuna and Rosa.
“It's about Mr. Verrel.”
Upon hearing her husband's name mentioned, Deandra immediately stopped her crying and looked up at Frans.
“Ka--you said Verrel? Husband?”
Frans was also disturbing. “True, mistress. I bring news about Mr. Verrel.”
Deandra's face immediately sparkled like getting fresh air which made her look at Frans expectantly. But suddenly his tongue was confused when he wanted to ask something. Frans who was quite sensitive immediately smiled a thin smile on his lips. “Mr Verrel has been found.”
“A—apa?” being's bead eyes widened followed by his body which broke away from Yuna's embrace. “So what did you say?” tanya Deandra wanted to ascertain what she had just heard.
“Mr Verrel has been found madam. Great Lord Yahya is now on his way to see lord verrel. He said he would be reporting.”
Unmistakably, Deandra heard carefully since just now when she was in a daze to feel she was dreaming. “You heard Aunt Yuna? Verrel has been found.” His gaze was still empty harboring a hope. However, was her husband-----
No, he mustn't think badly. She must keep a positive mind that her husband is fine.
“How is my husband? Is she okay? Where is he? I want to see it now. Please take me to see my husband." Deandra sobbed pleading.
“We wait for news from Mr. Yahya, madam.” Frans said. He did not actually know where his superiors were because Yahya said nothing.
“You must be patient madam,” Yuna said comfortingly.
Rosa who was silent from earlier was unable to speak. He could feel the pain of his best friend. No one realized that Rosa and Frans had been standing side by side since then and their hands clasped together as if to strengthen. The two looked at each other and smiled. There was a twinkle of happiness in their eyes knowing that Verrel had been found safe.
Frans tightened his grip on Rosa's hand. But when his eyes turned to the madam, he immediately let go of Rosa's hand. Deandra was looking at her, the mistress saw their hands interlocked.
...*...
After traveling for about an hour and a half, Yahya and several of his guards arrived at a luxury villa in the hills. Yahya got out of his car, circling around the villa, memories of the past remind him how he used to come to this villa and spend time with his best friend. That was a long time ago, years ago. He had forgotten the last time he set foot in the villa.
She saw a man of her age already welcoming her at the entrance. The familiar face, but now that the man is not what he used to be, the man looked at Yahya sharply. Approaching Yahya and thrusting his hand, Yahya looked at the hand with a deep sigh and shook it.
